Old Shoes

Old Shoes Walking on the sidewalk Marking it with chalk There a hole, here a crack Feeling the strain in my back Bumping along in worn out shoes Singing the sad, sad blues Here a hole , there a tear Of shoes I need a brand new pair Looking off to the right Stopping to scratch a skeeter bite Seeing tulips, first to come up To the left a yellow butter cup Flocks of birds flying high Their beauty has caught my eye Red winged black birds on their way Oh look there's a great big Blue Jay Up above a gray rain cloud If it rains on me I'll cry out loud I don't feel like getting wet I haven't got my new shoes yet Came to a yard sale with many, many shoes There were so many it was hard for me to choose Tan ones, black ones, some had velcro, some had ties But not one of them was in my size. So I guess I'll bump along in my worn out shoes Want to sing along with me the sad, sad blues? These old shoes are like a dear, dear friend And I guess our friendship isn't going to end. Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)